Friday, December 09, 2005cuppycake blogged at:6:20 AM

An illusion

An illusion

A past never to be disintered,
Shrouded underneath mounds of earth,
A heart locked not to be entered,
Dissolved and washed away all the mirth.

-Haze

The past is smouldered.....like a harlequin of pure silk incinerated......most of the exuberance that had all along dwelled in me vanished.....the life's path.